"You should forget about me, because I'm going to die and I love you-"
Stop right there. Just stop. Yes, I'm most likely going to die, and yes, I do love him, but this is the worst way to go about it.
You want to make someone "forget" about you? As if. Honestly, it won't happen. And when you die, it'll just be so much worse.
So how does one go about saving their significant other from heartbreak?
No, no, no no no. That's the last step, you hear?
The first step is to get them to hate you. Yes, you heard correctly. From now on, hatred is your sharpest spear, your densest shield. Make. Them. Hate. You.
Afterwards, they'll eventually lose interest in you. And, yes, "forget" about you.
And then, and - mark my words - only then, do you save your significant other from heartbreak.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.